Trends in Low Places

This week, the boys are back to play all the hits: dicks, balls, and Spam. Mike eats a delicious sin, Michael poses an unsolvable riddle, and we all put Ben Affleck in a trashcan. It's our best yet.

The boys are back, and this one is pure Christmas baby. Mike starts a Colonel Sanders OnlyFans account, Michael gets very into Paddington, and we all do flawless Jimmy Stewart impressions.

This week (well, from last month), the boys cancel Baby Yoda once and for all. Mike explores the Pope's long history of standing in the way of technology, Michael starts a fight club, and we all get very horny on main. It's our best yet.

We're gonna be honest – Mike was drunk for this one, and it shows. Mike pops and won't stop, Michael loses a bet, and we all make a statue of our favorite dogs.

The boys are back, and true to form they basically just talk about dicks the whole time. Mike remembers critical information about penis bones, Michael opens a secret box, and we all ponder Sam Neill's obsession with solitaire. It's our best yet.

This week the boys discover a prize sheep with a last-place hog. Mike goes nuts for a bad heist, Michael accidentally creates the Cars Extended Universe, and we all deliver flawless Kermit the Frog impressions. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys say it's finally time to bring Major Tom home from space. Mike writes the hot new song of the summer (a sequel to last year's song of the summer), Michael taunts the tigers of Africa by drawing eyes on his butt, and we all point guns at our downstairs. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys are finally back to boot-scootin'. Michael turns his back on Man's Best Friend, Mike wanders off the grid, and poems? We catch 'em all. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys are here to pitch you on a piping hot new business venture: the Soup Tube. Mike revisits the most important car anti-theft device of the 90s, Michael plugs into Animal Crossing Tinder dates, and we all celebrate Scrabble banning the use of slurs. It's our best yet.

This week the boys rub themselves raw untangling a frivolous lawsuit. Michael is once again fending off bloodsucking monsters from his peehole, Mike gratefully accepts Gen Z's hatred of Millennials, and good buddy Curtis swings by to open a can of WWE learning. We all pick up a Captain Planet dad meal from Burger King. It's our best yet.